Hearing that, the fight just left me and I whispered,“Okay.”
“Okay,” he whispered back, brushed his lips against mineagain, staring into my eyesthis close, his blue ones warm and sweetand twinkling.
Then he let me go and went back to the bacon.
Marcus made me put a robe on before he took my handand walked me to the door.
We stood in it like we’d done last Saturday night, except hewas a lot closer.
Someone was in the mood to be pushy.
“We’re having dinner tonight,” he announced.
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.
When I’d rolled them back, his hand was cupping my jaw andhis face was even closer.
And his damned eyes were twinkling.
“You are beautiful,” he declared out of the blue.“You’refunny.You’re challenging, and by that I mean stubborn, and even if it can beaggravating, I still like it.Iverymuch like your choice ofnightwear.I also like your legs, breasts, hair, and eyes.I’d commit murder tohear your laugh again, and I intend to, not a figure of speech, being real.Last but very much not least, I more than like the fact that when I gave you anout, you didn’t take it, even if it’s maddening you don’t realize what you nottaking it means.But even with all of that, darling, you are a serious pain inthe ass.”
Well!
“I didn’t take that out because I didn’t want you to think Iwasjudgey,” I retorted (and lied, but I wasn’t goingthere even in my head).
“You didn’t take that out because you like me,” he firedback, shifting his hand so it slid to curl around the back of my neck as hecurved his other arm around me.“You know every step of your life was leadingyou right here.You’re the woman for me, which means, darling, I’m the man foryou.And you didn’t tell me to leave because you know that just the same asme.”
“Now you’rebein’ cocky, whichisn’t real attractive, honey bunch.”
Another lie, dammit.
He grinned.“More bullshit.More of a pain in my ass.”
“You could leave,” I suggested.
He didn’t leave.
His hand at my neck moved up to cup my scalp, his head camedown, and he kissed me.
Soft, sweet, the tip of his tongue traced the crease of mylips, and just when I was about to open them for him (the thought didn’t evencross my mind to pull away, and I wasn’t going there either), he lifted hishead.
I opened eyes I hadn’t even realized I’d closed.
“Now,” he whispered, his grin even more cocky than he’d justbeen, his gaze roaming my face and doing it with satisfaction so I knew exactlywhat I was exposing, damn him all to hell, “I’ll leave.Dinner tonight, honey.I’ll be here at seven.”
“And I’ll be in Timbuktu.”
“Book into a five-star, darling.I’ll meet you there andI’ll pay.”
Damn.
He had a comeback for everything!
I rolled my eyes again.
I heard him chuckle, felt his lips touch my nose then hishold leave me, and I watched him walk down the hall.
He stopped halfway and turned back to me.
